I'm Draco Malfoy

The "couple relationship" system answered without hesitation.

Draco was at a loss for words. After reading the experience of his previous life, he naturally knew that it is not uncommon for wizards to have boyfriends and boyfriends, but he just had to ask. After all, he and Blaise are too familiar. Weird feeling.

It was already daylight when Draco came out of the bathroom. The floor-to-ceiling windows of Slytherin’s bedroom were probably cast through mirror magic. Although he was at the bottom of the black lake, what he could see through the window was the scenery above the black lake. He stared blankly out of the window, suddenly, his eyes hurt, it turned out that the sun had already risen, yes, fortunately, he still had a chance to do it all over again, he believed that his future life would be like this, full of sunshine.

Slytherins were not in the habit of sleeping in late, and Draco was refreshed again after drinking a bottle of energy potion.It's just that he really didn't have much appetite when he was having breakfast, making Blaise think he was in a bad mood. Draco now forcibly suppresses the strange feeling in his heart when facing Blaise, but Blaise is his little boy and embarrassing More friends than relatives, he didn't want to alienate Blaise for some inexplicable reasons, of course, there were other reasons that Draco himself didn't realize.

There was nothing new in the first few days of school. In the transformation class, Draco and Blaise were the first to turn matches into needles, and they got 10 extra points for Slytherin.As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the class that little wizards look forward to the most has become the class that everyone dislikes the most. Professor Quirrell's submissive attitude and the smell of garlic all over his head are hard to bear. Clean up was once the most popular spell at Hogwarts.

I don't know what Voldemort was thinking. He actually found such a person to try to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or was it under Dumbledore's nose? Could it be that after splitting the soul, the IQ would also drop?Draco was confused, but he didn't want to try it himself.Now is not the time to expose all this. Since Dumbledore wants to use this incident to hone Potter, let him hone it. He only wants to be a profitable fisherman.

Draco still had some small expectations for Friday's Potions class, after all, Potter had been deducted a lot of points in this class.

Potions class is taught in an underground classroom.It's colder here than the castle keep above.

"You've come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craft of potion making," Snape said, and the godfather's opening remarks were exactly the same as in the book, Draco thought to himself.

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood".

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame isn't everything."

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

Harry had no idea what bezoar was.Draco was expressionless, and now there is no Miss Know-it-all who is in a hurry to answer questions and let the savior change the subject. "I don't know, sir." "I don't think you've read a single book before term started, have you, Potter?"

"Potter, then tell me what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the chamaejasma aconitum?"

I don't know," Harry whispered.

"Sit down," he snapped at Harry, "Malfoy, answer!"

Draco was taken aback for a moment, this didn't fit the plot, but after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he understood, it seems that some people think that the conflict between him and Potter is not enough.

It's just that I don't know if the godfather will cheat the Malfoy family later. After all, this is reality and not a plot. Snape was not his godfather in his previous life, but since he has already made a move, no matter what it is, he will continue That's it.

"Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for Aconitum acanthus and The chamaejasma aconitum is the same plant, and it is collectively called aconitum, Professor Snape." Draco said, and Snape was a little surprised that he didn't call Snape godfather regardless of the occasion as usual.

In Potions class, almost all the students were criticized, only Draco and Blaise were spared.Just when Snape was showing everyone how perfect Blaise cooked the tentacled slug - Draco didn't want any contact with the slug, let alone he wanted to show his strength to buy people's hearts through the next thing.There was a problem with Neville as usual, but no one was injured. Draco used the counter-curse of the armor and body protection in an instant, and controlled the potion in the cauldron.

"Idiot!" Snape growled, swiping his wand to wipe away the potion spilled on the ground, but he still looked at Draco in surprise, he thought he knew his godson very well, indeed The magic talent is superior, but he despises Muggles and is hostile to Gryffindors. How could he not be surprised that he would help Gryffindors at this time? It may also be due to Big Malfoy's instructions, but it should be Some said there were still some. "Slytherin 20 points for helping a classmate."

Draco is very satisfied, he kills two birds with one stone, he not only gained points but also won the favor of some people in Gryffindor. You must know that Gryffindor also has a pure-blood family, and he has noticed that some Gryffindor girls look Seeing that he had no hostility anymore, except for Ron, but this time Draco's move even Potter thought it was good, so Ron was pulled away by him.

Today is the day for flying lessons. I don't know why Slytherin and Gryffindor have to take so many lessons together.Draco noticed Neville's memory ball in the restaurant, but he was not that naive, so nothing happened.

The Slytherin students on the flying field had already stood up, and Draco naturally stood in the first place, enjoying the school's highest-level broom - sweeping the seven stars.Harry had heard Ron talk about Slytherin's head system, and he didn't quite understand this naked class stratification, but unknowingly, he had been invisibly pushed to the first place by Gryffindor. One position, standing opposite Draco.

Draco's short platinum hair looked very dazzling in the sun. He was chuckling and talking to Blaise next to him. His smile dazzled many people's eyes. Harry suddenly felt that if his character wasn't so bad It's been a few days, and then he shook his head, don't forget, he is the son of a Death Eater, and Voldemort is the murderer who caused the destruction of his family.Harry collected himself.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" Mrs. Hooch snapped. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called from the front, "and say, 'Get up!.'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Draco, Blaise and Harry's broomsticks jumped into the master's hands immediately, but there were only a few brooms that were so obedient.Ron's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's didn't budge at all.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

Neville, however, was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips before he kicked it hard and flew up.

"Come back, boy!" cried Mrs Hooch, but Neville went straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet.Harry saw his terrified, pale face looking down at the rapidly receding ground, saw him panting with his mouth open, slide off the side of the broom handle, and - bang - fall, "armor protection", two The sound of casting a spell sounded.it's draco and blaise

Mrs. Hooch bent over Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

She whispered, "Okay, boy - it's all right, thanks to Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini, 20 Slythering points." Then she turned to the rest of the class. "I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'Quidditch.' Come on." ,Honey."

As soon as they were out of hearing, Johnny Brown burst out laughing. He came from a family of pure-blood wizards in this class second only to Malfoy, Zabini, and Parkinson.

"Have you seen his face, that big stupid guy, a few Slytherin students also echoed, most of them saw who saved Neville, and didn't speak.

"Look!" said Brown, rushing to grab something in the grass, and he held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sun.

"Here, Brown," Harry whispered.Everyone stopped talking and watched.

"I want to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up—on a tree—how about it?"

"Bring it here!" Harry yelled, but Brown had jumped on his broom and was off.

Harry grabbed his broom.

As the chief, Draco did not stop Brown, but he did not expect someone to take his place in this lifetime.

The next thing that happened was Potter getting into the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he didn't care about that anymore, the House Cup didn't matter much, compared to other things.

Some folks still need a decent amount of banging though.

Draco suddenly thought of something, but he didn't grasp it. He faintly felt that Blaise was different from his previous life. From the very beginning, there was a tacit understanding between them compared with their previous life.

Still, he asked:

"System, is it possible for Blaise to know the experience of his previous life like me?"